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It's Going Down

Sit back, close your eyesPeep back, got you open wideI'll let you get a taste of meIt's going down in mysterySit back, close your eyesPeep back, got you open wideI'll let you get a taste of meIt's going down in mystery

Well it's the microphone ripper, party-rockin' gift of gabI hit the scene, lift you on my beamAnd send you through my high plainsMind-train shiftin' through your migrainesSpit with that I hit with patterns get you twisted sideways

And I'm the head honcho, sport golden tonsilsInventing new styles all the time like prontoFour by four, runnin' over suckers like a BroncoHaters say the lyrics ain't Gonzo but they wrong though

Just rushing like the Nile River, power we deliverSee it's (going down in mystery)

Sit back, close your eyesPeep back, got you open wideI'll let you get a taste of meIt's going down in mysterySit back, close your eyesPeep back, got you open wideI'll let you get a taste of meIt's going down in mysterySit back, close your eyesPeep back, got you open wideI'll let you get a taste of meIt's going down in mysterySit back, close your eyesPeep back, got you open wideI'll let you get a taste of meIt's going down in mystery

You know, I know, you know, I know(It's going down in mystery)You know, I know, you know, I know(It's going down in history)

(Gift of Gab won't you learn 'em and assure 'em)(That the fire that you spit will burn them)Burning up the track and turning up the action(Murder one attack him)Serving what you're rappingUrban gutter anthems(Certain of the fact)Curtains for the wackSearching for the knack(You're pervin' off the fatness)Fury of the rather early mornings after(Worldly like disasters)Purely just the baddest, the chief clamp down on 'em(Like a vice on a melon squeezing tight on your temples)Feel the bass (as the wind blows)In your face (and your mental) hear the tasteInstrumentals even break down on you like this(We surpass your previous standards) drastically(Mastering bass), setting nights so bright(Beneath the skylight)And days (and weeks) and months (go by)And years (and decades) and we still so fly(While the others are just fly by night)And not tight (we keep writing)Like scribes (but we tight) and so wise (c'mon)

The rhyme historian exploring everything that we gotAnd even more so we exploring everything that they notThese are the glory days for lyricists, forever we plotWait wait wait wait hold on a second bring it back (we plot x 4, c'mon)The rhyme historian exploring everything that we gotAnd even more so we exploring everything that they notThese are the glory days of lyricists, forever we plot(It's going down in mystery)

You know, I know, you know, I know(It's going down in mystery)You know, I know, you know, I know(It's going down in history)